The sex had been building toward this moment for forty-five minutes of edging, teasing, and position changes that would make a gymnast jealous. Evan had been raw-dogging his hookup — a CrossFit-obsessed junior with the most defined abdominal muscles on campus — and deliberately holding back his orgasm with every ounce of willpower he possessed. Every time he felt the surge building, he’d pull out, take a breath, and find a new angle that delayed the inevitable while keeping his partner moaning. The junior’s eight-pack was already glistening with sweat, the ridges and valleys of his abs highlighted by the lamplight as his body flexed with each of Evan’s deep thrusts. When Evan finally decided he couldn’t hold back another second, he pulled out and straddled the junior’s waist, stroking his swollen cock with a furious fist aimed directly at that chiseled target below. The first rope launched with projectile force, landing in a thick white stripe from the junior’s belly button to his collarbone. The second and third ropes followed in rapid succession, each one painting another glistening line across those perfectly defined abs. The sheer volume was staggering — Evan kept cumming long past the point where most guys would have finished, adding coat after coat to the masterpiece he was creating on his partner’s body. The cum pooled in the grooves between each ab muscle, creating tributaries of white against tanned skin. The junior ran his fingers through the mess and brought them to his lips while Evan milked the final drops onto his heaving stomach. The visual was so obscenely beautiful they both just stared at it for a full minute before the cleanup began.
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